*I appologize to anyone who is upset of the lack of Total Drama characters in the story. They are here now! I just wanted to build up to thier reveal, I mean one them did save Daniel after all. Anyway, most of thier appearances have changed (as expected because of the whole scenario), hopefully that is not a problem for any of you. Hope you guys are enjoying and continue to enjoy.*

Chapter 2- Resistance

I sat in the truck looking out the window, we must be off road because of the constant shaking we would get from driving. It was approaching daylight and began to take a closer look at what the world was like. It was just as I immagined.

The cityscape was in ruins and I could see the buildings that once held importance, but were now a simple reminder of that day. I looked over to the man, and was able to get a closer look at his military jacket. Smith, is what read on his patch. That was his last name or maybe a nickname.

"So, what's your name? You said we could talk about things later and it's been quite some time" I had asked him fiddling my fingers trying to break up the awkward silence.

"The name's Michael, and you?" He had told me.

Daniel, Daniel Wilson. So it's Michael Smith?"

"Ya, how'd you know?" He had asked me. I then pointed at my shirt to where his patch on his jacket. He looked down and chuckled to himslef.

"Almost forgot about that." He had said putting on a small smile revealing a gap in between his two front teeth.

"So you were in the military before this mess?" I asked questioning his jacket. His smiled faded away and started to look down and grabed dog tags from his pocket and hold them near him.

"No. I wear this in honor of my father. He was a surivior too, just not in this war." He had said putiing away the tags and continuing to pay attention to the road. That was enough to keep me quiet and not ask anymore questions for the rest of the trip. It seemed endless but probably lasted about two hours. It was early morning when we arrived to what looked like an old military base near the coast.

"Camp Pendleton." The sign outside in the had read. I know this place, I remember passing through it on our way to San Diego. Michael got out and proceeded to enter one of the guard posts that would allow vehicles into the base. He got back into the truck and drove inside. There were tents and military equipment everywhere. People were outside mind thier own business and walking around as if a small society had spawned from this disaster.

"Gotta take you to the boss, he always likes to meet new recruits." He had told me stopping the truck next to one of bigger building in the camp.

"Recruit, I never signed up for no army." I had said trying to explain my place in this camp.

"Well, looks like you got drafted into one, come on you're wasting time" He then said opening my door and sarcastically put his hand out as if I was an important person being let out of a limo or something. I walked I side and seemed to have hold up nicely even after the bombs. There were a lot of schematics and flanking routes to places around California.

"Hey we got a live one." Michael had said shouting into one of the rooms of the building. He came back with a man shorter than him, but in his defence Michael was rather tall. He was a simpleeshort sleeved green shirt and some camoflauge pants. He was well built, clean, and had an army regulated buzzcut and a unibrow.

"Well, looks like you found one Mike. He's uh...rather skinny, but with some training, he'd make a great to the Resistance. Welcome aboard Soldier, Sergeant Brandon McArthur but people call me Brick." He had introduced himself.

"It's uh nice to meet you Brick. So uh what was that you said about Resistance? " I said trying to get a more detailed answer.

"Ah, yes! The Resistance, well we do what the name says. Resist against the incoming armies trying conquer the nation for thier own selfish greed and population." He had explained to me.

"Armies?" I said still not sure what was going on.

"Psst, Brick he's a Bunker Dweller." Mike had whispered to him.

"Oh, you don't know what's going on do you?" He asked me putting his hands on my shoulders as I nodded no to his question.

"Well, after the attacks nations like Russia, Great Britain, China, even North Korea, wanted to conquer the destroyed nation as thier on to expand on thier nation. They came and began to excute survivors who the thougt were undercover soldies or Ectros." Brick had explained the crisis.

"Ectros?" I questioned.

"Those things you encountered, technically they are survivors, just mutated ones from the nuclear bombs that had changed thier DNA. Most of them are the babies from pregnant women during the attacks." Mike had explained.

"Our numbers grow limited and continue to lose more people everyday, we look for more survivors like you. People hidig in bomb shelters unnoticed and unknowing. All we ask is that you help fight and protect the people who can't protec themselves." Brick had said opening one of the windows revealing children playig with a small beat up soccer ball. I saw this and smiled slightly, I was gonna agree to his offer before I go cut off by a female voice.

"Hey, I scoured some of the local markets and found some more suppl...who's this? I've never seen him around before?" This women had said. She had black hair with faded blue streaks going throuhg it. She had a small ponytail and was wearing some gcargo pants and combat boots with a hoodie with the sleeves rolled up.

"Huh, well I did never catch your name there son?" Brick tried to introduce me but instead questioned my name.

"My name is Daniel Wilson, it's nice to meet you too." I had introduced my self to both Brick and the unnamed women.

"Well, Danny nice to meet ya. Name's Gwen and just Gwen. Last Names don't mean anything anymore. Looks like you meet Mike and Brick already." She had introduced herself.

"So, how much supplies are we talking about Gwen?" Brick had asked her.

"Well, me and Zoey packed our Caravan with what ever we could find, we have about 10 boxes filled with canned and microwavable food. It'll probably last us at least two weeks." She explained to him.

"You two did good, we have a new member and some food to hold us up for are looking up...for now." Brick had told Gwen and Mike.

"So where does he go?" Mike pointed to me questioning Brick.

"With you he's your new partner, after Cameron's... demise you have need another. Can't have you playing lone wolf anymore." He said to Mike. Mike sighed and rolled his eyes and began to head out the door.

"Come on, i'll show you where you'll stay." He said signaling me to follow him. We went to a small little room where there were two beds, two drawers, and a desk with some papers and a lamp on it.

"Well, say hello to your new home." He said showig off his living space.

I looked around and began to stroke my hand on the bed.

"What's wrong, not your style?" Mike had asked me.

"No, its nust been awhile since i've had a bed. Well, a normal bed like this." I said begining to lay down on it. Mike showed me what was his and what I could use. After that, he changed and was starting to leave.

"Look, me and a couple of others are gonna go play some poker. You want in? It'll give you a chance to meet the others." Mike had offered.

"Nah, i'll stay here. I need some time to think." I had declined his offer.

"Suit yourself." He told me heading out the door.

Well this isn't so bad, I mean I have a new place to stay and people to call friends, as well as a reason to keep going. Maybe things will get better from here on out.